After quite a while, Gong Ting finally finished applying the medicine for her. He pulled the quilt over her body, only then realizing he was drenched in sweat—not from exhaustion, but from restraint.
He lowered his gaze and saw her sleeping deeply on the bed. His eyes paused slightly, and his hand, dangling by his side, slowly lifted, wanting to brush aside the strands of hair by her cheek.
A scene suddenly flashed in his mind, and his hand froze in midair. His fingers slowly curled, and the warmth on his handsome face vanished abruptly. He stood up violently and strode into the bathroom.
The most chaotic Red Light District in London, filled with women of various skin colors dressed provocatively, squatting or standing by the walls, pulling at the men coming and going, "Hey handsome, come in and have a seat."
Some men, after teasing the women sleazily for a bit, would drag them into the dark alleys, and soon, sounds of heavy panting and moaning would come from within.
